Catra's eyes are barely squinted open, and the caress of Adora's thumb inside her ear has her almost shivering with every pass, and her hand has gone limp on Adora's wrist, and Adora still has to ask.

"What do you think?" Catra rasps, voice deepened by the incessant purr caught in her chest and throat. She stretches her neck to drive the point further, actually shivering then as the collar of her shirt drags against her fur, and turning her chin in invitation. She's kind of -- wondered, for a while, what it might feel like for Adora to pet her in places other than her ears and hair. She probably would've bitten her for trying any time before, but, well - open heart, right? If that's something Adora wants to do, Catra won't be stopping her.

She has to actually twitch her hands to remember where they are, before she can drag the one in Adora's hair to follow the line of her arm to her other hand and tug it insistently to her unattended ear. Easier to be demanding, now that she's gotten past her initial block.